Hearing that they were going to stew a chicken, Zhou Lihua immediately felt sour.
The chickens at home had always been slaughtered for her to eat.
"Mom, I've lost weight too. How can you not see that I've lost weight as well?"
"You?"
The old lady sized her up a few times. "I don't think you've lost any weight at all."
Zhou Lihua grew anxious. "I clearly have! How could you not tell, Mom?"
Su Qiao was speechless and rubbed her forehead.
"No need, Grandma. Leave that chicken to lay eggs! It'd be such a waste to slaughter it."
"What's so wasteful about that? You only come once every half a year or so."
The old lady swept her sharp gaze over several daughters-in-law.
"Don't worry. No one will dare say anything. If anyone dares to gossip, Grandma absolutely won't spare her."
Su Qiao: "..."
The daughters-in-law were already used to the old lady's temperament and hurriedly nodded.
"That's right, Qiao'er. You've lost weight. You should have something nourishing."
"Qiao'er, you and your mother only come once in such a long while. What's wrong with slaughtering a chicken? As long as we have it at home, we should stew it."
The old lady was more or less satisfied.
"Hmph, that's more like it. Why aren't you going to cook yet? Can't you see it's almost dark?"
"Wife of the eldest son, go tidy up the west room. The mother and daughter can rest there later."
"Yes, Mother. I'll go right now."
Before long, the uncles had all gone off to do their own work. Second Maternal Aunt and the eldest uncle were busy cooking and tidying the room, leaving only the pregnant Third Maternal Aunt, Fourth Maternal Aunt, and two older female cousins to keep Su Qiao company.
Taking advantage